While we were eating lunch, Marius called his friend and he went over and peaked at the saddle to see if that big Nyala was back there.
Marius hangs up the phone and tells me I'm the luckiest person in the world.
We slip in and see 3 bulls, He is one of them.
We set up. Steep angle. boom. 2 run, he doesn't. but......... I missed.
I quickly reload and put a shot in him and he trots across the trail and gets behind some thick bushes but doesn't run off.
We contemplate shooting thru the bush, but decide not to. If he takes off again and gets down that side of the trail, it'll be awful and an all-night ordeal.
We get his dog and he send the jack russell in and bays it. As I slip in, I have a small hole I can see thru. He is about 20 feet away. I could only see dark brown long hair (neck). Couldn't see
the chest. He starts to turn to run. I shoot him quickly and he drops right down. another neck hole.
Marius and I are both very happy.
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